The Dark Ages Volume 2 [Formerly "A Somebody's Journey"]

Old Wounds

New place. New faces. Familiar material. Uncomfortable. Unsettled. Comfort. Settled. Bad man. Hurt. Mentally.

I walked into a new place with my head held up high. But my heart and mind in an uncertain space. Spent some time getting used to things until I finally did. Suddenly I heard his voice and I

Trembled. The ground shook and doom and dread were ahead. Suddenly he looked at me and ripped off my scab. I bled and bled. I Scurried around the battlefield searching for my Sergeant.

Many denied my crys for help as I wondered why they wouldn't tell my sergeant I was looking for her. Wondering why they wouldn't alert her of my wounds. Two nurses came and

Stopped the bleeding. The bandages they put were weak. Finally, they called a chopper and I was hoisted on where I finally found my sergeant. The chopper flew back to base where I rested.

But I did not rest. My old wounds had been tampered with. It stung and burned. The pain was just like when I first got it. Now I sit and simmer in my familiar pain while my mind is

Breaking and I feel as if I am on the brink of insanity. But I am not. I know I'm not.